Thursday, May 17, 2012

My neighbor

Sometimes through the wall I hear weird singing from my neighbor.  Sometimes I open my door and she's out on the balcony sorting through plants.  Sometimes I grab a chair from my apartment, sit out on the porch with some green tea, and simply look out.  We can't saything except hello and good-bye, basically, but sometimes I make her tea, and we look out together.
 

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